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Pitching Electioneering, Albeit Democratic Ticket

Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket... as 2020 presidential election nearing pleading joshing, and endearing... The choice for commander in chief dum... dum... dum... dum.. will winnow down, thus political prognosticator pundits no longer remain mum between Donald John Trump, whose second term win, would find yours truly numb versus Joseph Robinette Biden Junior could infuse flickering uneasiness among electorate (quite a few skool of hard knocks alum including yours truly), who attests surfing cyber seas as seasoned beach bum up until this moment feeling rather glum regarding fate of American democracy fizzling, muckraking, and sputtering linkedin with kickstarting, snapchatting, and twittering along ever so ho hum awaiting fateful deliverance as dueling banjos strum meanwhile irritable bowel syndrome nsync with nausea bubbling, gurgling, quickening within collective tum no doubt alleviated chugging, guzzling, and quaffing countless bottles Bacardi rum. Nothing less at stake than (an ill eagle feebly clutching cherished symbols - regal representing land of the free and home of the brave analogous to once buoyant seagull encompassing United States) metaphorical snooping Beagle only finding peanuts after landing discovery (of America) triggering extralegal imbroglios, which courtesy... Thank manifest destiny wrought accursed land grab, where survival of fittest (think militarily) nonchalantly, insouciantly actually quite aggressively did nab great juicy fruited plain continental slab ...to the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam... where indigenous people once stood tall and proud applying contrived accoutrements, which implements rendered mortally to stab invaders, hence convenient plug to jibjab, (while sack religious lame chap donning unisexual hijab) whale within poetic license to orca straight heady i.e. think lame muck cab bra (even garnering groan from ghost of captain Ahab) denouncing cheesy pun, whereby I (Stuart Little) best remain as caged mouse subjected to experimentation within bore writ Tory lab.

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